His constant fiddling was driving Patti crazy but she had no way to stop his incessant fingering. She was hot, wet, and ready to come. Roger tired of ...tormenting the poor girl?s clit and rose to get some bondage material. He and Laurel laid Patti on her stomach and buckled thick straps around each ankle and her corresponding thigh.They tipped her up on her knees and pulled her arms tightly behind her above her elbows and around again her wrists. They secured her waist and her chest, just under. ‘ Paul ?’ I asked. ‘That’s me. You must be Iris .’His voice was surprisingly low, and he constantly flexed his jaw as he spoke. ‘It’s so good to meet you. No offense but Angelanever mentioned…’ ‘That I’m in a wheelchair? No, she wouldn’t would she. She likes tosurprise people,’ He chuckled. ‘It doesn’t make you uncomfortabledoes it?’ He asked, preparing himself for the worst. ‘Not at all. I just wouldn’t have chosen a booth.’ We both laughed. ‘Let’s go somewhere more private and wheelchair. ,with her mouth gaping,she checked and moved closer to the window upon checking,to her surprise she caught a glimpse of a man,leaning his back on a tree,with his right hand gripping around the tree's trunk while his other hand was under his shorts.She was unable to scream for she was still got lost of words to want to shout at the man unpleasant act of voyeurism in front of her.,when she finally able to get full clarity of who exactly it was,and what exactly he was doing out there up the tree. Now we were perfectly in rhythm, she rose as I withdrew and we met with a precise crescendo of motion, driving each other nearer and nearer to climax. The walls of her pussy gripped my cock with a tender tightness, holding just enough before sliding upwards with ease. As our bodies collided in unison the throbbing base of my dick and curly pubes slammed against her heated clit. The familiar slap of flesh hammered a perfect beat and I could hear her breathing intensify.Faster and harder we went..